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“Okay,” she finally says. “Let's do it.”

A rush of nervous energy blasts between us, but it's quickly quelled. I may not be good with emotional intimacy, but physical intimacy is what I do best, just after making plays on the ice.

“How do we?—”

I cut off her question by smoothing my free hand along her cheek, relishing the softness of her skin beneath my fingers as I shift closer.

Her breath catches as I lean down, grazing my lips over hers in the barest of touches. I'm all for the tease, the anticipation, but the minute she arches off the wall, her body reaching for mine on instinct, all bets are off.

I glide my hand around to cradle the back of her head, gently tugging the strands of her hair to tip her head so I can properly kiss her. Our lips collide as I bring our bodies flush, my other hand lowering to her hip to secure her against me.

Her hands slide up my chest, gently gripping the fabric of my T-shirt as she holds me close, her lips parting beneath mine in the sweetest form of consent.

I gently back her against the wall as I lick into her mouth, teasing my tongue against hers.

Fuck, she tastes like sugar and limes from whatever drink she had before, and it makes an explosive blaze of heat blast through me. She shifts against me, kissing me back as intently as I am kissing her.

I pull back, just enough to catch her gaze and find her blue eyes as hazy with lust as I'm sure mine are. My chest heaves, my heart racing, every instinct in my body begging for more.

I'm about to ask her where she's at with all this, but she grips my shirt and brings my mouth back to hers.

Fully taking the reins, she licks into my mouth, clinging to me like she needs me more than she needs her next breath.

And I give it to her. Whatever she wants. I get so lost in the kiss, in the sensation of her mouth hungrily seeking out mine as her hands roam over my body to draw me closer, that I don't even remember why the fuck I'm here in the first place.

This is explosive. This is fire. And I sure as hell don't want it to stop.

I shift against her, roaming my hands over her luscious curves as I slip my thigh between hers to bring us closer. The sexiest little whimper escapes her throat from the contact, and fuck me, she arches against my thigh, her body responding to me as she seeks out more pressure.

Goddamn, I'm hard as a rock from a kiss. It's like high school all over again, but I don't dare question it, not when her mouth is on mine and my tongue is against hers and those sexy little sounds keep coming from her with each pass of my hand along her body.

Fuck, I wonder what sound she’d make if I got her back to my apartment? If I had the time and space to explore every glorious inch of her. I wonder what she would sound like with my cock sunk deep inside her?—

“Wolfe!” I immediately jerk out of the kiss, the sound of my captain’s very impatient voice shouting my last name across the bar doing everything to kill the mood.

Well, maybe not everything.

I'm still very much rock hard, and my thigh is still between Blakely’s, the beautiful woman still in my arms looking up at me with swollen lips and flushed cheeks.

DamnI've never seen anyone more beautiful.

“I—”

“Wolfe! Now!”

Blakely blinks out of the heated stare we've been holding since Kiplin called my name, and slowly cranes her head around my shoulder, eyes flaring when she spots my captain.

I get the reaction. He's an intimidating motherfucker, especially if you're not used to him, which I’m definitely not yet.

Blakely gives Kiplin a second look before she gently backs away in the little amount of space she has to do so. “Looks like you're needed, hero,” she says, and I swear there's a hint of regret in her voice.

Is that because she wanted this to continue? Because I sure as hell do too?—

“Wolfe, you havetwoseconds.” Kiplin's voice leaves no room for argument, and even though I don't know what kind of captain he is yet, I certainly don't want to be punished on my first day of practice tomorrow.

Still, the urge to stay and learn more about Blakely is strong.

“Go,” she says. “I'm going to leave too. I just have to settle my tab. In case you were worried.” Her eyes flicker up to the balcony again, and I gently step away, putting a good foot of space between us as I follow her line of sight.

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